As an antithesis to this thread, and because it’s nice to hear good things.
Almost everywhere I’ve lived as an adult, I’ve had some really good neighbors (the ones who were bad were really bad, but the ones who were good were GREAT.)
In our previous neighborhood, the lady across the street was my husband’s second mother. He’d lived there since he was four, and grew up with her sons. When I married him, she adopted me, too. I still love my Eleanor.
In our current neighborhood, the ones to our right, and the ones kitty-corner to the right, are brothers. They are both married with kids, and they’re good people.
The ones to the left…well, she’s our new “extra mom”. And he’s terrific, too. Wonderful, warm, loving, hard-working (now retired) folks who love us to pieces. And across from them is another retired couple. Awesome folks. The three of us women-folks have “afternoon tea*” together some weekends.
Across the street directly is a family with a LOT of kids. They’re not the best neighbors (or parents, for that matter) but they’re still friendly, polite people.
*Okay, it’s not tea, but it is a sort of tea-colored beverage of the adult sort.;)